Lu Jingheng felt a little annoyed; it seemed the little wildcat wasn't very welcoming of his return.

His place in her heart is self-evident.

He went upstairs and ignored her completely.

Xu Rubao really didn't know anything about his Uncle Lu. He was unpredictable and had a strange temper. She just couldn't understand him.

I was originally thinking of just cooking something simple for lunch, but now that Grandpa Lu is back, I can't just throw something together.

She thought she should make something new so he wouldn't find it offensive.

Besides going to school, Xu Rubao also has to study cooking skills to take good care of his stomach.

Since she owed him a favor and had promised to work for him for a year, she had to do it well.

Lu Jingheng was upstairs. He lit a cigarette, glanced at the calendar, and realized that the middle of the month was approaching again.

Last time, because that little stray cat accidentally wandered in, the attack time was shortened a bit.

This time, Lu Jingheng frowned slightly and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

He didn't want to hurt her. To this day, that little wildcat still doesn't know that he was the man who forcibly took her virginity that night.

She must have been terrified, which is why she tried every possible way to sneak away.

If she knew now, she didn't know if she would hate herself.

Thinking about this still makes Lu Jingheng feel quite heartbroken.

She already didn't have a very good impression of him, and if she found out, the little wildcat would probably treat him like her number one enemy.

This feeling is really not pleasant.

Lu Jingheng took another deep drag of his cigarette. A little wildcat was already in his hands, so why should he care so much about her thoughts?

Unbeknownst to him, this little wildcat held an increasingly important place in his heart, and he couldn't bear to let anyone touch her.

That's why he didn't give Xia Zimo any face at all, and didn't want her to be here again, so that she would have another chance to bully Xu Rubao.

Downstairs, Xu Rubao was happily preparing sweet and sour pork with pineapple. This dish was sweet and sour and would definitely be very appetizing. Little did she know that the man upstairs was currently troubled by her.

Actually, she quite enjoys cooking; it's a fun process.

Around noon, Xu Rubao saw that the food was almost ready, but Lu Jingheng still hadn't come downstairs.

She washed her hands and prepared to go upstairs to call him down for dinner.

She went upstairs and knocked lightly on the door. "Mr. Lu, the meal is ready. We can eat now."

She called out twice, but heard no response, so she couldn't help but open the door.

She went inside and saw Lu Jingheng leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should wake him up for dinner.

After all, food tastes much worse when it gets cold.

She decided to wake him up anyway, because he needed to eat on time for his health.

"Mr. Lu..."

She called out twice, then leaned over to take a look and noticed that his expression wasn't good.

She couldn't help but feel nervous and touched his forehead. "Mr. Lu, are you feeling better? Should I take you to the hospital?"

However, his forehead temperature was normal, and he did not have a fever.

She took his hand and checked his pulse. Suddenly, Xu Rubao's brows furrowed.

Why is his pulse so chaotic? And it has a weak and feeble quality. He's a normal young man, how could his pulse be like this?

Xu Rubao was taken aback and couldn't help but feel nervous. "Lu Jingheng, why does your pulse sound so strange? Have you been poisoned?"